Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

The candle has been extinguished.

The light in the room was so weak that it was almost impossible to see.

Gentle lying on the bed..., her eyes wide open, looking at the curtain on the top of the bed.

I thought about what to do next.

Thinking about it, Gentle couldn't hold on, and fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long I slept, but between half dreaming and half awake, I felt as if the side of the bed had sunk heavily.

In the ear, there came a small voice——

"My lord, my concubine just sent someone again." The voice of the steward.

"what's up?"

"The princess said that the prince has not been there for a while, and asked when the prince will be there."

"Whispering! Next time for such a trivial matter, just push it away, and don't need to report it to the king again."

"Yes. The prince and the second lady have a good rest, and the subordinates will leave first."

Then there was a rustling sound.

The room fell into silence again.

Probably dreaming.

How could that demon Dongfang Aoshi speak in such a soft tone, as if he was afraid of waking someone up.

Gentle turned over, drowsy, and fell asleep again.

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The night is deep.

The full moonlight spilled in, bringing some light.

The big bed... on.

Gently wrapped in the quilt, curled up on the innermost side of the bed.

Most of the places are occupied by Dongfang Aoshi.

Dongfang Aoshi lay half-recumbent, condescending, and closed his eyes coldly, his eyes shone brighter in the darkness.

Looking at it, his face became cloudy again.

dead woman!

Even when he fell asleep, he was so far away from himself.

As if he couldn't bear it, Dongfang Aoshi stretched out his hand, grabbed Gentle's arm, and dragged her towards him forcefully.

In the next second, he realized that he had revealed too much emotion, and shook his hand away forcefully.

Rourou was sleeping soundly, but when she was thrown like this, her whole body hit the wall, frowning in pain.

Opening his eyes in a daze, he saw Dongfang Aoshi's black Rakshasa face...

"..."

Tenderness is nothing but speechless.

This pervert, even in his dream, doesn't let himself go, why does he have to struggle so hard?

Really annoying.

She glared at him tenderly and bored, didn't bother to pay attention, turned over and continued to sleep——

Gentle thought she was dreaming.

The attitude of completely ignoring it completely excited Dongfang Aoshi.

His whole face turned black in an instant!

Damn woman, she dared to ignore herself, she simply didn't know what to do.

Dongfang Aoshi clenched his fist, and his finger bones made a frightening "cuckling" sound.

Almost, he lost control of his emotions and pinched Wen Rou's neck with his hands.

Rustling.

Hugging the pillow gently, she squirmed contentedly.

Dongfang Aoshi's hand froze suddenly.

After a while, he retracted abruptly, lifted the curtain angrily, and left the room.

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corridor.

The wind was strong, whistling, and icy cold.

Dongfang Aoshi stood there motionless, his clothes and hair fluttering, desolate and lonely.

Tian Jin was by his side, blowing the air together silently to suffer from the cold.

no way.

Who told him to be a personal bodyguard and friend.

Life is hard, alas...

"My lord, it's windy at night, you'd better go back to your room to rest, don't get cold..." Tian Jin persuaded.

Dongfang Aoshi glanced at him coldly, but did not speak.

"My lord..."

"Crap."

"The subordinate is worried that if the prince is sick, no one will take care of him." Tian Jin said truthfully.